We’d talked about. He was going to leave me.
And that was ok.
It was a 20-degree March morning and Jared and I were lined up for the Seneca Creek 50K. The race hadn’t even started yet but I knew I was about to get dropped.
How? Because also lined up were Jared’s very fast friends: Shawn, Pete, Geoff, and Justin. I looked at those fast boys and then I looked ahead at the trail.
He was going to leave me.
And that was ok. Or at least that’s what I kept repeating to myself.